When Lu Jianjun looked at her, expecting her to avert her gaze in embarrassment or offer some flustered excuse, he was met with the exact opposite. Li Na tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if to examine him more closely, her expression openly amused. Instead of apologising, she then grinned widely in satisfaction.
"This is just perfect… too perfect," she mumbled to herself, the words barely audible before she broke into soft laughter—right at his face. It wasn't a polite laugh or one of nervousness. No, this was the kind of laugh that came from someone who was in on a joke he would never be able to understand.
Lu Jianjun's sharp, composed demeanor faltered as his brows furrowed into a deep frown. He couldn't help but glare at her, his patience thinning. But his reaction only seemed to amuse her further.
